Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused, texting.

brain fart. Got

speechless, […]

and nobody knew him?

mused for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him,

borrowed from her grandmother.

through the pages with a heavy sigh.

had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she was leagues behind.

double down

Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to

good advice, nodded in

alarm when a new

are you

rarely held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

quickly, No way. Is he

replied, [Yes, do

for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him

her distance? They hadn’t even been

Cordelia sighed deeply, replying. I can’t stay away from him, my heart literally

waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But

could decide, Louie

After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love

Louie went silent.

but still no message. Was there a glitch?

and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk then.]

He actually knew!

eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by

single word

she was about to turn off the device, it

the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What

she answered, and a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered, greeted

somehow more

sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress